Preston sighed. He knew he had hurt her but what could he do. His car really experienced a fault. It broke down on his way to the restaurant and he could not find a taxi.
"Chelsea," he called, his voice extremely low.
"Mr Preston, I won't bother you anymore," Chelsea said with a smile which was sort of blinding to the eyes.
"Thank you for your time," Chelsea continued and left the restaurant in a timely manner.
As she walked across the street, she sighed.
'My life is definitely pitiful, nobody deems it fit to love me,' Chelsea walked the street, she looked lonely and pitiful.
She didn't bother to use her car. Maybe walking home could actually clear her mind. It was tiring to hold a torch for someone for a very long time.
She walked for a while only for her to realize she had reached the restaurant once more. She had an aggrieved look on her face. What sort of luck did she have?
